K. has started calling me the "party animal". At least she did the last time she mentioned me to her friend S. I felt so cool! Of course, all that that means is that sometimes i drop by at college between 6.40 and 7.00 pm and then have a cold coffee at ruia. Or it means that i get invited to a birthday party with red and white balloons. Or it means that i sit below my house and be bitchy with another friend for company. If i'm really lucky, it means i get to spend time with a few friends for a couple of hours with the world's best view of Dharavi. (its a pretty place and let no one tell you otherwise).
Then, when you're home at 10, eating lunch while your family watches tv, you hear this whoosh. You secretly think its the rain. But after the number of "sprinkles" you've referred to as "rain", you're hardly going to try again. So you just crane your neck and try to figure out if there are any droplets to be seen against the night sky. Nope.
The whoosh happens again. Now you know you mustn't react. So you slowly raise your neck and check. Ha. Nothing, again. Nothing gives - the noise doesn't stop but there's no rain eaither. Is it a car? Is there water on the road? Your mind is in perpetual overdrive. After an hour of this subtle mental torture, you just give up. Someone tells you its the earth moving machine and you nod intelligently. You knew it all along. Sadly, though, you did smell the rain when you peeked outside the window. You did feel the breeze blowing from the south west.
This, I am sure, is the highest form of psychological warfare. Jupiter has decided to sulk in his little corner, and he has decided to gather his clouds around him. He refuses to share, that bad, bad boy. He has brought us to the state where we MUST discuss the weather. Sigh.
Now, once again where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that soggy plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Now once again, where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that blasted plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
A glass just shattered somewhere. So did my hopes.
Plus, they still expect me at work in the morning.
Cheerio.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Of Writing, Speaking and Reading...
All the MU engineering guys (who seem to be the only ones with active blogs) have exams. I don't. What I also don't have is something to write about.
I have been told I should be more careful what I write about. 'Cause you never know who's going to read your blog and reject your MS App cause you bitched. This is, quite clearly, a case of stiffling the author's inner spirit, an out-and-out violation of my right to free expression. Sadly, all these rights had this little asterisk mark next to them with "Conditions Apply" in fine print. You have the right to express yourself. It does not follow that no one should take exception to what you express. Sigh. This is a very tiring sort of thought process =D
Anywyas, where I'm interning, there about a zillion IIT-ians too. (Please note: they get paid a bomb cause it happened through the institute. I get paid zilch cause i didn't "demand" it, it seems) All the IIT-ians, regardless of which IIT they're from, share pretty much the same jargon. My question is - HOW??? How do students sitting in 7 different, self-contained corners of the world develop a similar language???
I'm sure you've all heard of "ulti" and "libe" and "muggu". But "gen". Apparently, its too much trouble saying "general" or "generally". So just use gen in either case. "Peace marna" is quite self evident. Rather, its very "ob" (thats obvious btw). And if you're standing around doing nothing, then you are "farting". What they call it if someone really farts, i wonder.
What I am going to do is find beautiful thoguths to expand on during my 2 hour journeys to and fro and then write about them. What fun. =P
I have an excuse though. I am reading my Allistair McLean books for the 29th time and its sapping my brains. Its as if the guy made a factory (much like Ram Gopal Varma) Its a very simple thing:
The Parameters:
World War II or not World War II
Land or Water (sometimes an oil rig - what an idea sirjee!)
Very hot or Very Cold
One hero or many heroes
Everyone dies o no one dies
Female married to hero or about to be married to hero
Kidnap of said female. Or not.
Female's father villian, or rich stupid man
Psycho type villians or brute-force type villians
Hero 35 or 45 yrs of age
Hero with gun or without gun (gun may appear later)
Type of problem - a Transceiver, a Dangerous virus, a Saboteur, Drugs or Ransom
After you've picked a suitable combination of the above comes the actual writing. After the first 3 books, just copy paste a third of each book to get the fourth one etc etc. And finally, give it a cool-sounding title. :
The Satan Bug, Where Eagles Dare, Puppet on a Chain, Ice Station Zebra and so forth.
The end product - rubbish spy fiction which a certain Sukanya DOshi will keep reading cause she has nothing better to do.
Anyways. I shall go rest my weary eyes which awake each morning with the break of dawn (which is approximately at 6.45 am if you didn;t know =D )
Toodles.
P.S. Do watch the Movie Guns of Navaronne. Its old and it has people in it called Gregory Peck. (peck???) but watch it anyways. And if you're into Audrey Hepburn watch Wait Until Dark.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Bang'D
My haircut was looooong overdue. So i finally went and got one today. That wayI won't turn up for my cousin's wedding like a Draupadi who refused to comb her hair till the Pandavas had avenged the Kauravas. I am, of course, in the middle of submissions with a cold, cough, fever, headache and a wedding. To top it all, I put mehendi today - so i didn't do any work :D (I'm looking forward to the 3 viva-cum-submissions on Monday - I really am)
Anyways, I walk in to B-Blunt (the atmosphere of which I liked, please note) I get my hair washed and everything. Ms-Hair-Cutting-Person (don't wanna mention names here. but she's a nice person - go to her for a hair-cut!!) tells me i have naturally curly hair and it seems "heavy" cause I brush it out - I shouldn't. When she's finished with my hair, she tells me I am NEVER supposed to comb my hair now. I may brush it a little while its wet - if i really need to - but thats it. Just "scrunch up" your wet hair with some conditioner and leave it be.
So basically - you know how awful my hair looks when its just left around with no one to attend to it? That is "the" in-thing right now according to Ms-Hair-Cut and therefore i can just leave it like that. I have no issues with that! (i can get up 15 mins late and give up on the arm-wrestle every morning).
My dad's really jealous - he says "take me to a person who tells me not to comb". Of course he's ignoring the fact that if didn't comb, most people wouldn't know the difference... there's not much hair to guess from! My mom, though, will find that this topic cannot be a bone of contention anymore. I can't do anything about my hair - the hair lady said so...!!
I realise this was pointless - but i actually wrote this because of the title. Thats the name of some salon in the by-lanes of Matunga. Never been there - but its such an AWESOME name!! Suppose someone were to take over the salon from the current owner - he'll go home and tell his wife "I got Bang'd" :cracks up:
:laughing too much to sign off properly:
PS: She also told me to "make twisties"with my hair. :sigh:
Anyways, I walk in to B-Blunt (the atmosphere of which I liked, please note) I get my hair washed and everything. Ms-Hair-Cutting-Person (don't wanna mention names here. but she's a nice person - go to her for a hair-cut!!) tells me i have naturally curly hair and it seems "heavy" cause I brush it out - I shouldn't. When she's finished with my hair, she tells me I am NEVER supposed to comb my hair now. I may brush it a little while its wet - if i really need to - but thats it. Just "scrunch up" your wet hair with some conditioner and leave it be.
So basically - you know how awful my hair looks when its just left around with no one to attend to it? That is "the" in-thing right now according to Ms-Hair-Cut and therefore i can just leave it like that. I have no issues with that! (i can get up 15 mins late and give up on the arm-wrestle every morning).
My dad's really jealous - he says "take me to a person who tells me not to comb". Of course he's ignoring the fact that if didn't comb, most people wouldn't know the difference... there's not much hair to guess from! My mom, though, will find that this topic cannot be a bone of contention anymore. I can't do anything about my hair - the hair lady said so...!!
I realise this was pointless - but i actually wrote this because of the title. Thats the name of some salon in the by-lanes of Matunga. Never been there - but its such an AWESOME name!! Suppose someone were to take over the salon from the current owner - he'll go home and tell his wife "I got Bang'd" :cracks up:
:laughing too much to sign off properly:
PS: She also told me to "make twisties"with my hair. :sigh:
Friday, April 03, 2009
Shut Eye
A little girl is lying on her bed, resting on her tummy. The pillow is neatly tucked in between her elbows and chin. There is a colouring book in front and a box of crayons at the side. There is also this tired droopiness in her eyes.
Her father is at home today. He is watching tv in the hall. When he gets up for a drink of water, he decides to check on his little girl. She lies fast asleep on the bed - the crayon lying forgotten nearby. He goes back to the tv show. Some time later, out of the corner of his eye, he notices that the kid is walking through the passage to the bedroom.
Suddenly, he hears wails and sobs. The child is red-eyed, half - awake, disoriented and lost. She is bawling her heart out and only wants her mummy. The poor father is confounded. You can't produce a working mother at a moments notice and the child refuses to even hear his consoling pleas.
That was me - 12 years ago.
I saw a little girl doing the same thing on the train today. Brought back memories, it did.
I feel like that sometimes. You've just arisen from this comatose existence you've been living for a while and you feel lost. You want your mommy. You want to cling to her and cry. And then not stop crying. Not because you had a bad dream but because you don't remember where you are or what you are doing there.
For the record: I was never "little" =P
Her father is at home today. He is watching tv in the hall. When he gets up for a drink of water, he decides to check on his little girl. She lies fast asleep on the bed - the crayon lying forgotten nearby. He goes back to the tv show. Some time later, out of the corner of his eye, he notices that the kid is walking through the passage to the bedroom.
Suddenly, he hears wails and sobs. The child is red-eyed, half - awake, disoriented and lost. She is bawling her heart out and only wants her mummy. The poor father is confounded. You can't produce a working mother at a moments notice and the child refuses to even hear his consoling pleas.
That was me - 12 years ago.
I saw a little girl doing the same thing on the train today. Brought back memories, it did.
I feel like that sometimes. You've just arisen from this comatose existence you've been living for a while and you feel lost. You want your mommy. You want to cling to her and cry. And then not stop crying. Not because you had a bad dream but because you don't remember where you are or what you are doing there.
For the record: I was never "little" =P
Thursday, March 26, 2009
New post. Yay. (Not)
Sooo.. 24 hours late is not so bad :D
I am going to Manipal!!! In 12 hours!!! Woohooooooo!!!!
Okay.. so here's what happened.
Last sem was whatever. Then Techno happened. Then i realised GRE was gonna happen.
This is about the time when i was solving Big Book while i walked (and in Eco lectures), when i stayed up till 4 on most days doing loads of time pass cause you can't really "study" for GRE... (its effing boring) This is also when i said "GRE GRE" and didn't do any college work ... i think you get where this is going?
GRE happened. 1410. Good. Now that thats out of the way, i have to find a counsellor, pay him through my nose so that he can tell me how to spend a bomb on college apps. I have to "start studying civil" (as Kushal very aptly put it). I also have to turn in some sub-standard assignments and projects next week.
Actually, the reason i haven't been writing is that i have become old. I have outgrown whatever little insanity i possessed - so really, what would be the point of writing about that??
The other day someone was talking about what a great time they had... And i got thinking about how there haven't been many fun things lately thanks to GRE and Techno happening in one semester. What DID happen though:
1. Management big-wigs walking into a "hospitality room" during Techno when people were randomly sleeping on the sofas. (Basically, at 10 am the room was fit for a guest. After that we were lying around most of the time)
2. Attending an "unmoderated caucus" at the MUN. (Believe me - i don't even care about the mun. The word caucus is SO cool!!! *grin* )
3. My whole class getting together and turning up in traditional for "traditional day" (believe me when i say this is an achievement.)
4. GRE. the exam was fun. My friends were randomly spewing Gujarati shayri before the exam. It was Kushal's birthday after the exam. There was a controversial, and kick-ass, basketball match. Kushal's birthday surprise was somewhat prolonged. Raghav added himself to KFC. Got home at 11.59 and there wasn't a raised eyebrow. My brother did diagrams for my journal (love you Bhaumik!!!) all in all 25th March, mt friends, is THE day.
In general, this was a sad post. But i promise to bring better tales from Manipal :D
10 hrs and counting!!!
(No this does not mean it took me two hours to write this piece of bull-crap. They are just rounded off figures)
Sukanya
I am going to Manipal!!! In 12 hours!!! Woohooooooo!!!!
Okay.. so here's what happened.
Last sem was whatever. Then Techno happened. Then i realised GRE was gonna happen.
This is about the time when i was solving Big Book while i walked (and in Eco lectures), when i stayed up till 4 on most days doing loads of time pass cause you can't really "study" for GRE... (its effing boring) This is also when i said "GRE GRE" and didn't do any college work ... i think you get where this is going?
GRE happened. 1410. Good. Now that thats out of the way, i have to find a counsellor, pay him through my nose so that he can tell me how to spend a bomb on college apps. I have to "start studying civil" (as Kushal very aptly put it). I also have to turn in some sub-standard assignments and projects next week.
Actually, the reason i haven't been writing is that i have become old. I have outgrown whatever little insanity i possessed - so really, what would be the point of writing about that??
The other day someone was talking about what a great time they had... And i got thinking about how there haven't been many fun things lately thanks to GRE and Techno happening in one semester. What DID happen though:
1. Management big-wigs walking into a "hospitality room" during Techno when people were randomly sleeping on the sofas. (Basically, at 10 am the room was fit for a guest. After that we were lying around most of the time)
2. Attending an "unmoderated caucus" at the MUN. (Believe me - i don't even care about the mun. The word caucus is SO cool!!! *grin* )
3. My whole class getting together and turning up in traditional for "traditional day" (believe me when i say this is an achievement.)
4. GRE. the exam was fun. My friends were randomly spewing Gujarati shayri before the exam. It was Kushal's birthday after the exam. There was a controversial, and kick-ass, basketball match. Kushal's birthday surprise was somewhat prolonged. Raghav added himself to KFC. Got home at 11.59 and there wasn't a raised eyebrow. My brother did diagrams for my journal (love you Bhaumik!!!) all in all 25th March, mt friends, is THE day.
In general, this was a sad post. But i promise to bring better tales from Manipal :D
10 hrs and counting!!!
(No this does not mean it took me two hours to write this piece of bull-crap. They are just rounded off figures)
Sukanya
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Commitment
I hereby promise a decent blogpost to myself and my not-so-many readers on the 25th of March, 2009. (Unless I go out partying after GRE and write a post in the early hours of the 26th. *snort* )
I also promise to do something about the sad state of this blog - sweep away the cobwebs, paint it a little and such like stuff (any inputs welcome).
Signed,
Sukanya Doshi
Sunday, September 16, 2007
My Sordid Life Story
Howdy! Long time no see :D
Lets skip the i-know-i-haven't-updated-in-long speech, shall we?
Lemme tell you about the future. I end up discussing the future surprisingly often these days. Kushal insists she's not going to let me name my own kids. (i assume she will trust my choice of husband just as little and not let him name my kid either) She insists on doing the honours. This is because i insist on naming my pet worm Pintoo. Hey! i can't help that he looked EXACTLY like the worm in the tv ad.
Today, in the car, i was leaning back and listening to the lyrics of some song plaing in the car. My mom suddenly becomes all serious and starts wondering about how i'll be when i have kids of my own. *head desk*
Now. I shall tell you the perpetrated story of my life. It started with Mr. Neil trying to name that cute litlle cat which is in my msn dp. (Anyone with half a mind can figure out what twisted turns were put on it... ) I'm a little confused about my humble beginnings but i shall tell you what i have garnered.
ONCE UPON A TIME : Neily boy said "I'm bored. Entertain me na."
PART I
Firstly, while tainting everything i own with his over-active horny imagination, Neil says he's setting a dracula on me. (I really don't know one has to do with the other.. but lets not think about logic here) Therefore, i become one (obviously). Over here you're sposed to imagine me flying in the night and laugh your asses off. I already have 3 kids - batterienes
Somehow (i REALLY don't wanna know how) dracula has already been tainted. So i apperently drift along with cat-people for a while. But he has tainted them too. (refer picture of cute cat)
PART II
I now decide to go to the X-Men for help and i fall for Wolverine. (NOT difficult. Hugh Jackman doeing wolvish stuff) We end up having 3 wolver-culas our offspring.
Excerpts:
Neil:oh btw u 2 dont live happily ever after
Deepti: aw how mean!
Me: of course not. As if i should be so lucky.
N: so u both have a divorce
Me: Can i marry superman now?
D: ahahaha
N: agen like a devdas dracula u fly around at night tell ppl how cute cats are. then u start calling everything cute
Me: Not to mention sweet. My entire college will testify to that.
D: And saying sorry every 2 mins?
Me: Nah.. i don't do that anymore..
D: suuuuuure..
N: then u meet spider man. he whips up a nice web for u to hang up side down. you'll have 3 kinds. all spider-culas.
And no you cannot have superman cause he is already tainted.
*head desk*
PART III
For those of you who haven't noticed - i already have 9 kids. I have miraculously managed to get those divorces AND win custody cases.
Spider man has begun cheating on me with MJ. So i throw a spider-cula at them and take off flying to the Himalayas.
Why you ask? To meet the Yetis.
N:You find their fur all cute and all and settle down with them. You have 3 one-night-stands in sub-zero temperatures and lo and behold - 3 yeti-culas are born.
Now you get bored of the sex and the divorce
D: And what? become a sanyasi??
N: And you go out to find true love.
Me: NOW can i get superman???
N: nope. He's your brother. lolz
Me: OYI!
D: incest!
N: you'll are long lost twins from the same planet woteva it was
Me: ohmyfuckinggodium
N: Nice planet. So you go to ohmyfuckinggodium and ask for advice seeign as he's in love and all.
D: With lois lane huh?
N: you meet him and tell him of your many by-products.
D: EWW. BY PRODUCTS???
N:All the different culas. HE tells you love is not only about sex and bla bla bla. Well most guys would disagree
D: ahahaha
N: But superman is gay and secretly has an affair with tom cruise.
Me: oh wait. that i can deal with.
N: thats why cruise got divorced twice. Anywyas.. u get what he is saying and u start looking for the perfect guy coz all u had till now was meaning less animal sex
D: animal sex??!!!??!!??!!
N: and then you meet the perfect guy and have culas with him.
EPILOGUE
N: I'm bored. Entertain me na
S: *dies*
S: We went over this already!!!!!!!!
After this followed random discussions about random words like "fuck-shit" and their ancient origins.
Thats all for now folks.
toodle-oo.
BTW : I owe this blogpost to Neil Shivkar and his having an excess of sugar. Hee. He gets free ice cream :D
Lets skip the i-know-i-haven't-updated-in-long speech, shall we?
Lemme tell you about the future. I end up discussing the future surprisingly often these days. Kushal insists she's not going to let me name my own kids. (i assume she will trust my choice of husband just as little and not let him name my kid either) She insists on doing the honours. This is because i insist on naming my pet worm Pintoo. Hey! i can't help that he looked EXACTLY like the worm in the tv ad.
Today, in the car, i was leaning back and listening to the lyrics of some song plaing in the car. My mom suddenly becomes all serious and starts wondering about how i'll be when i have kids of my own. *head desk*
Now. I shall tell you the perpetrated story of my life. It started with Mr. Neil trying to name that cute litlle cat which is in my msn dp. (Anyone with half a mind can figure out what twisted turns were put on it... ) I'm a little confused about my humble beginnings but i shall tell you what i have garnered.
ONCE UPON A TIME : Neily boy said "I'm bored. Entertain me na."
PART I
Firstly, while tainting everything i own with his over-active horny imagination, Neil says he's setting a dracula on me. (I really don't know one has to do with the other.. but lets not think about logic here) Therefore, i become one (obviously). Over here you're sposed to imagine me flying in the night and laugh your asses off. I already have 3 kids - batterienes
Somehow (i REALLY don't wanna know how) dracula has already been tainted. So i apperently drift along with cat-people for a while. But he has tainted them too. (refer picture of cute cat)
PART II
I now decide to go to the X-Men for help and i fall for Wolverine. (NOT difficult. Hugh Jackman doeing wolvish stuff) We end up having 3 wolver-culas our offspring.
Excerpts:
Neil:oh btw u 2 dont live happily ever after
Deepti: aw how mean!
Me: of course not. As if i should be so lucky.
N: so u both have a divorce
Me: Can i marry superman now?
D: ahahaha
N: agen like a devdas dracula u fly around at night tell ppl how cute cats are. then u start calling everything cute
Me: Not to mention sweet. My entire college will testify to that.
D: And saying sorry every 2 mins?
Me: Nah.. i don't do that anymore..
D: suuuuuure..
N: then u meet spider man. he whips up a nice web for u to hang up side down. you'll have 3 kinds. all spider-culas.
And no you cannot have superman cause he is already tainted.
*head desk*
PART III
For those of you who haven't noticed - i already have 9 kids. I have miraculously managed to get those divorces AND win custody cases.
Spider man has begun cheating on me with MJ. So i throw a spider-cula at them and take off flying to the Himalayas.
Why you ask? To meet the Yetis.
N:You find their fur all cute and all and settle down with them. You have 3 one-night-stands in sub-zero temperatures and lo and behold - 3 yeti-culas are born.
Now you get bored of the sex and the divorce
D: And what? become a sanyasi??
N: And you go out to find true love.
Me: NOW can i get superman???
N: nope. He's your brother. lolz
Me: OYI!
D: incest!
N: you'll are long lost twins from the same planet woteva it was
Me: ohmyfuckinggodium
N: Nice planet. So you go to ohmyfuckinggodium and ask for advice seeign as he's in love and all.
D: With lois lane huh?
N: you meet him and tell him of your many by-products.
D: EWW. BY PRODUCTS???
N:All the different culas. HE tells you love is not only about sex and bla bla bla. Well most guys would disagree
D: ahahaha
N: But superman is gay and secretly has an affair with tom cruise.
Me: oh wait. that i can deal with.
N: thats why cruise got divorced twice. Anywyas.. u get what he is saying and u start looking for the perfect guy coz all u had till now was meaning less animal sex
D: animal sex??!!!??!!??!!
N: and then you meet the perfect guy and have culas with him.
EPILOGUE
N: I'm bored. Entertain me na
S: *dies*
S: We went over this already!!!!!!!!
After this followed random discussions about random words like "fuck-shit" and their ancient origins.
Thats all for now folks.
toodle-oo.
BTW : I owe this blogpost to Neil Shivkar and his having an excess of sugar. Hee. He gets free ice cream :D
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